Every night I come to the same conclusion
That I'm only a living delusion
And it eats, eats away at me
For all the things I can't be
I hear the whispers
I'm not good enough
Ill never be good enough
How can I be good enough
The tears ache more than the blood I shed
And what cold be worse than wishing I was dead
I can barely breath and I'm wishing away the need
I was always just the bad seed,
The lonely and forgotten, broken
My will for life never really awoken
Life hurts, It keeps choking me
And I'm afraid there is no more fight left in me
I want to be different, good
But it never seems to go with my mood
I'm just a parasite, a sickness
And I don't have the capacity to be 'good enough'
And I know you won't miss me, but can we just pretend
That once, I was a good friend
That I wasn't a disappointment, that I was better
That I was someone you'd want to remember
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